Where is my place of refuge? That's kinda hard for me to answer... It used to be my Godmother's house. I'd go over and she would just sit down and let me talk or let me cry or make me laugh or all three. Being here in Houston, I don't get to do that anymore. I can't just run to her house and vent or get advice. I can't run to any of my friends anymore. Sometimes the phone just doesn't cut it... Now, I just go to my room and close the door.
How sad do I sound?